Chapter 138: The Prince's Close Minister
The little narrator returned to his desk and began to work on the script.
But I didn't want to, so I moved a bunch of documents over.
"I'm sorry, I'll borrow it, there's no seat in the office, let's squeeze it."
"Oh, good."
The person who spoke was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his hairline reached the back of his head.
The little narrator moved his stool and glanced over his head.
"Are you a programmer ape?"
The young man was stunned, touched the top of his head, and smiled.
"I'm just a handyman, and I don't know anything about procedures."
Qiao's family was humble, and their words were very kind, and the little commentator waved his hand and said.
"I'm also doing chores, and I didn't understand at all when I had a meeting just now."
"Slowly I will understand, the prince is like this."
"By the way, why are you called Chief Prince Qiao?" He was curious.
"I'm used to it, it's called that in the house."
I see.
The little commentator didn't feel at ease, and asked again.
"You are all relatives of Mr. Qiao?"
Family members should be relatives.
The Mediterranean lad was embarrassed.
"I grew up watching the prince, and I am not a relative, but a member of the family."
His grandfather accompanied Mrs. Qiao to fight the world, and his father accompanied Mr. Qiao to fight the world.
The princelings are all retainers.
The little narrator nodded, glancing at his file again.
"Where did you work before and how much did you get paid a month?"
"It's not an important job, it's not a lot of money."
The little narrator breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that this competitive pressure is not so great.
There are also opportunities for promotions and salary increases.
It's decided, he'll do a good job!
"By the way, brother, you must have a high degree of education."
Looking at his Mediterranean, the exam must have used a lot of brains.
"Not high, not high, my education is the worst in the family."
"Let's talk about it, they're all brothers."
The lad was a little embarrassed.
"I graduated from Beijing University, but I didn't get into the graduate school."
"What!"
The little narrator's eyes widened.
"Kyokyo Kyo Dae!"
The young man was startled by his loud voice.
"You graduated from Beijing University and came to the company to do chores?" Are you kidding.
"Originally, I couldn't do miscellaneous work with my education, but the prince said that I was diligent in my work, so I kept it."
After he finished speaking, he was still a little proud.
In Qiao's family, there are more people with higher education than him, but it is not that he is not favored by the prince.
The prince employs people according to his character, loyalty first, and ability second.
The little commentator was stunned.
He swallowed and wanted to submit his resignation.
.
Lao Tzu graduated from junior college, and these miscellaneous people have a higher education level than Lao Tzu, and they will not be mixed up in the future.
What promotion and salary increase, it's all a dream!
"This commentary is well done, don't be too nervous next time."
Qiao Yu came out of the office and casually admonished the little commentator.
"Got it, Mr. Qiao."
He looked disappointed, he should have said his resignation just now.
But I don't want to, the boss of the Mediterranean boy's eyes.
“!!!!”
What a situation!
"You were praised by the prince just now."
“.” The little narrator thought for a moment: "No. ”
"Our prince rarely boasts."
“.”
Hey, hey, hey.
What do you mean by those envious looks?
Joe didn't mean that.
"I came over to talk to you." The young man added.
“!!!!!”
Depend on!
What kind of eyes are you!
Why do you look at Lao Tzu's hostile face!
Just returned to the harmony.
Just because Mr. Qiao said a word to him!
Trouble!
The little narrator didn't know that in Qiao's house, there was a lot of pressure to compete with this.
Not everyone is qualified to be a close minister of the crown prince.
Just this time, from the princelings to the front, they were all cut up.
So, because of Qiao Yu's words.
The princelings were instantly alert.
Veteran employee: "."
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There is also a watch after 11 o'clock in the evening.
(End of chapter)